Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
Neither of them are the other's dream date, but that's not really a conversation to have on a current date. Especially when they seem to have navigated out of awkward territory at last, the stars sprawling overhead and the Tundra illuminated by the snow and the moonlight. "Well, it would be rude to say no," he says of the Spymaster title (not that Morgan has even asked properly yet, in order for him to decline her offer). As for who he might have in mind for a spy? Neron's eyebrows raise, and he lowers his voice to something secretive.
"Why, Warden Aristomache. I couldn't possibly disclose that information, lest you become involved in something nefarious," he says. "We need to make sure you keep plausible deniability, after all." He winks. That, and Neron probably hasn't even really considered any candidates.
"Why, Warden Aristomache. I couldn't possibly disclose that information, lest you become involved in something nefarious," he says. "We need to make sure you keep plausible deniability, after all." He winks. That, and Neron probably hasn't even really considered any candidates.
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
